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"Dont worry. I already have my queen," he said to me.
I smiled as he threw some pillows on the bed.
"... And she's not you." He continued, his statements muffled by his toothbrush.

I threw myself into the fluffy hotel comforter and rolled around, enjoying the feeling of taking the load off of my feet.
"Woman, I am not sharing a bed with you if you're going to do that all night. I'm only letting you share a bed with me because I don't want you sleeping on the floor."
I stopped, curled up in a ball and threw my arms around the nearest pillow.
Seth had already fallen asleep. John slept on a roll out bed, snoring in 3 different octaves at full duplex.
Austin had taken its toll on us. Not only were we exhausted from sightseeing and the unusually hot weather (for a February, at least), but the tour of UT's nanotech facilities went WAY over the time limit. We all wanted to go to sleep and get tomorrow over with.

He climbed into bed, making sure not to get too close to me. I already knew he was the overly flirty type, I don't know why the hell he was trying to so actively try to hide it. I didn't mind anyway- I trust the guy. I couldn't share a bed with him if I didn't.
He curled up next to me and we both tried to get to sleep.

John's horrid snoring kept us up. I threw my boot at him, but missed... probably due to my glasses being off.
Seth was talking nonsense in his sleep. Our giggling at that kept us awake for another good hour. We talked about anything that came to mind- our meeting with Eric Drexler tomorrow, that awesome coffeshop we found while wandering around Austins downtown, the riffing of The Matrix at the Alamo Drafthouse.

Sleep at last... or at least I thought. I rolled over onto my opposite side, back facing him, trying to find that comfortable spot. He pulled me into him, one arm around my stomach, the hand on his opposing arm cradling my own hand, resting his head between my neck and shoulders.

what the everloving ********]

I giggled.
"What, b***h."
"BUUUUH YOU'RE NOT MY QUEEN, HUUUURRRRRRR"
"Shut up, its not my fault you're adorable."

Doesnt this ******** have a girlfriend?

Whatever. Its not my job to keep him in line. Since he's so overamorous by nature, I doubt this cuddling meant anything to him other than a way to keep him occupied until he finally falls asleep.

Its not like I minded. He's attractive. Intelligent. The right amount of cockiness. I felt safe with him, despite him being six years my senior. I always end up attracted to someone older than I, I dont know what it is.
We talked about piezoelectrics, potentiometers... we talked about mass spectrometry, and UT's method of actually making it work correctly.
We talked about our professors. Apparently his Statics professor was my Engineering 120 professor, and he thought it was odd that we were friends due to the age difference. He was again reminded that I wasn't in his immediate age range and it very well could be perceived as "creepy" for someone 24 years of age to cuddle with a freshly-turned-19 year old. We didn't mind. Most people think I'm 22 anyways. We had a laugh.

He tickled me and I tried my best not to dig my elbow into his ribcage. He's twiggy and I'm sure he wouldn't like to be snapped in half. I hate being tickled. I just squirmed. He let out a soft laugh and blew into my ear.

Hey, this wasn't half bad. He's a sweetie. I softly smiled and enjoyed the brief moment of attention I didn't mind for once. I didn't care if it was just to pass the time, it was actually pleasant- which is more than I could say about the majority of the attention I receive on a day-by-day basis.

We laced fingers as we talked about quantum mechanics and how much of a jerk Planck was. He rubbed up and down my arm as he lectured me about his Mechanical&Energy Engineering class, reciting theoretical things I can't be bothered to remember. I talked to him about my plans for the future, why I hated Tampa, and my theories on the nature of the universe and physics in general. He told me I had an odd ribcage.
"Its very broad."
"I'm scottish."
"Yeah, that'd do it."
It was like pillow talk, only ten times more interesting.

He kissed the top of my shoulder and nestled his head into my neck, letting out a tired sigh.
"Heeey, baby" he coo'd in a lighthearted tone. Its what he calls me. Its probably what he calls most females. I don't mind.
He held me close and made some sort of noise. I hesitate to say "moan" because that implies something loud and dirty. This was more quiet, sweet, and comfortable. I nuzzled my head back into his shoulder, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes.
Sleep at last.